Scorn

A new happiness is found,
But I am no longer sound.
You say I do not belong,
But I knew that all along.
All of your gold sold,
But I had the touch.
You seem surprised,
But you didn't know much.

But I know how it will end,
The smell of flowers
All the family will send.
All the family will banter,
All my friends will mourn.
It's not the life I chose,
But simply the life of the scorn.